The new position made everything seem that much more urgent. Seth felt as though he was on fire, beads of sweat rolling down his back as Oz put his entire weight into fucking him, the mattress creaking underneath them with every thrust.
Seth gasped for air, his toes curling and his thighs tensing as he hurtled toward the edge of an orgasm, pleasure building and building inside him to the point where he knew he couldn’t contain it much longer.
“Harder,” he demanded, more a dare than a request, his voice muffled by the mattress under him. Either Oz heard, or he was feeling the urgency too. He sped up, shallower thrusts that made Seth’s whole body shake, left him moaning and whimpering as he took the full force Oz was capable of and rode it out, his cock leaking freely into the pillow under his hips, his teeth digging into his lip, a bright point of pain to counterbalance wave after wave of pleasure crashing its way up his spine.
Seth spread his legs wider, bending his knees, giving Oz just a little more room to really drive deep into him. Sparks exploded behind his eyelids, and all he could do now was gasp for air and grip the sheets beneath him, close, so close he could feel it at the base of his cock.
Oz groaned above him, and that was enough to set Seth off. He felt as though every muscle in his body tensed up as he came, relaxing again as he pumped his hips into the pillow beneath him and rode out Oz’s last few thrusts, his own orgasm making his hips stutter and jerk into Seth.
Seth didn’t care at all about that. He loved knowing that he could make Oz come. He was going to make Oz come every day for the rest of their lives, if he got his way. Twice a day. Four times on Sunday.
As often as Oz would have him. Not just for the sex, but for the intimacy, for knowing someone else was in your corner, for everything that having a partner meant.
He wanted Oz to be his partner. Now and forever.
It was probably a little soon to break the forever part to him, but Seth could wait. He’d waited long enough to find him.
Oz collapsed on top of him, his weight pushing Seth down into the mattress. Seth grunted, but didn’t mind taking it. Oz was heavy, but it was nice to have him there, his warmth soothing the dull ache in Seth’s muscles.
After a moment, he rolled off, pulling Seth with him and tightening his grip on him.
“That was good,” Oz said after a moment, his voice rough. Seth chuckled.
“Good seems like an understatement. You just set a new bar for yourself,” he said.
“I’ll save my absolute best for birthdays and anniversaries, then,” Oz said. Seth didn’t need to see him to imagine the smile on his face, the same one he always wore when he thought he was being funny.
Oz was funny, he just wasn’t nearly as funny as he believed.
“I have a birthday coming up,” Seth said.
“When?” Oz asked.
“November.”
“That’s not… soon,” Oz responded, obviously confused.
“So you have plenty of time to practice,” Seth said, grinning to himself.
“Funny,” Oz said, in a tone that made it obvious that he did think Seth was funny, but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of laughing.
At least, that was how Seth was choosing to interpret it.
He and Oz were made for each other.
“I’m hilarious,” Seth defended.
“Yeah, but it’s not intentional,” Oz responded right away, as though he’d been waiting for Seth to say it.
Seth couldn’t help laughing this time, which he was sure meant he’d won the exchange. After all, he had a sexy, smart, funny boyfriend now. Wasn’t that what everyone wanted?
It was definitely what he wanted, in any case.
“I don’t wanna get out of bed,” he said a moment later, snuggling back into Oz’s warmth. The sun wasn’t all that hot yet, and the overnight chill had left the room a comfortable temperature for cuddling.
“Do you ever want to get out of bed?”
“Well… no, but I want to get out of bed even less today. I’m trying to compliment you.”
